The lynx, one of my favourite animals.
Elusive and stylish.
I was surprised to find out that in inhabits areas in both western Canada and Spain (the Iberian lynx), two very different climates.
I wonder if this scene ever happened: a young man walking around the outskirts of Ibiza as the sun begins to rise, after the most hedonistic, devastating and fortunate party experience of his life. He sits on the ground, and sees a lynx staring at him from far away. The lynx stares, then leaves, and the young man watches it go...and then starts running, chasing it.
